Page 28 of Born Reckless
“Your control will get better every day,” Mason says. Wisely, he doesn’t follow me.
“I hope so,” I say as I brace my hands on the countertop. “But until then, we need to be careful.”
“Just keep grabbing your snacks from the fridge, and not in my bed, okay? I’ll put some trust in you not to kill me while I’m sleeping?”
I roll my eyes at him, but still, his joke pulls a smile from me. “Fine, I won’t try to bite you while you’re sleeping.”
Mason grins, sliding his hands into his pockets. I have a hard time not staring at those hands. “Alright. I’ll see you in a few hours. We have a meeting to go to at noon.”
“Sleep tight,” I call, and I watch him turn and walk down the hall to his room.
Chapter Six
Oh,Mason Godfrey is going to play dirty. And maybe he has a little bit of a death wish. I mean, he knows he’s not actually going to die forever.
In the morning, he wanders out of his bedroom wearing nothing but black, silk pajama pants. His hair is a wild mess, but the sleepy look in his eyes is enough to distract me for a second from that perfectly sculpted chest of his.
“Good morning,” he says with a knowing, sexy smile as he walks past me into the kitchen. He says nothing more as he pulls some breakfast together and goes to sit at the dining table. “Did you get any sleep last night?”
“No,” I answer automatically as I keep on staring at this ridiculously perfect male specimen. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
He smirks. “Is it working?”
“Guess you’re trying to jump the gun, too,” I say as I arch an eyebrow at him. “You said Elena was in a rush to become a vampire. Seems she isn’t the only one.”
“Nah,” he says as he takes a bite and then swallows. “I’m just not afraid of you getting anywhere near my neck.”
My breath comes in and out hard. Which is bad, because it means I smell him again. My mouth waters and I’m pretty sure my eyes flash that tell-tale red.
I get up off the couch, cross to the fridge in half a second, and grab a blood bag. Without another tempting backward glance, I turn and walk to my bedroom.
I would like to flip him off when I hear Mason chuckle, but he can’t see through walls.
I spent the night putting away all of the clothes Elena had brought up for me. They were definitely my style, they just all cost about a hundred times more than I normally would've spent on any piece of clothing. I hung them all up in the closet, and I vowed that I would not allow Elena to look inside here. It was only maybe one-sixth filled. If she saw that, she would have even more clothes delivered.
My presence here is under the guise that I’m Mason’s new bodyguard, which means I’m to follow him around. I walk into the closet and survey my options.
I pull on a pair of black pants and a black shirt, topped off with a black jacket.
If I’m going to be a vampire bodyguard, might as well look the part.
Twenty minutes later, there’s a knock on my door.
“You ready?” Mason calls.
I grab the pair of sunglasses Elena also had dropped off and slip them on. And with a determined, deep breath, I pull the door open.
Well, crap.
I’ve dated a few men before. Yes, I have a great appreciation for the male physique. But I’ve never spent time with a man like Mason. Every other man I’ve ever dated was someone normal. Someone who worked a normal job and struggled to make ends meet.
But confidence and power radiate off Mason like it’s a pheromone. No longer is he tired and ready to crash into bed.
The man in front of me one-thousand-percent can command a boardroom full of exceptionally rich people, of that I have no doubt.
“Careful, Juliet,” he says, and he’s wearing that smirk when my eyes meet his again. “The look on your face isn’t hiding much of anything right now.”
I feel myself flush, but I keep my poker face on as I brush past him and head for the front door. “I’m thinking today sounds really boring, following you around, sitting in stuffy meetings.”